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Job 14
World English Bible British Edition · Berean Standard Bible
“Man, who is born of a woman,
“Man, who is born of woman, is short of days and full of trouble.
He grows up like a flower, and is cut down.
Like a flower, he comes forth, then withers away; like a fleeting shadow, he does not endure.
Do you open your eyes on such a one,
Do You open Your eyes to one like this? Will You bring him into judgment before You?
Seeing his days are determined,
Since his days are determined and the number of his months is with You, and since You have set limits that he cannot exceed,
Look away from him, that he may rest,
look away from him and let him rest, so he can enjoy his day as a hired hand.
“For there is hope for a tree if it is cut down,
For there is hope for a tree: If it is cut down, it will sprout again, and its tender shoots will not fail.
Though its root grows old in the earth,
If its roots grow old in the ground and its stump dies in the soil,
yet through the scent of water it will bud,
at the scent of water it will bud and put forth twigs like a sapling.
But man dies, and is laid low.
But a man dies and is laid low; he breathes his last, and where is he?
As the waters fail from the sea,
As water disappears from the sea and a river becomes parched and dry,
so man lies down and doesn’t rise.
so a man lies down and does not rise. Until the heavens are no more, he will not be awakened or roused from sleep.
“Oh that you would hide me in Sheol,
If only You would hide me in Sheol and conceal me until Your anger has passed! If only You would appoint a time for me and then remember me!
If a man dies, will he live again?
When a man dies, will he live again? All the days of my hard service I will wait, until my renewal (note: Or my change or my relief) comes.
You would call, and I would answer you.
You will call, and I will answer; You will desire the work of Your hands.
But now you count my steps.
For then You would count my steps, but would not keep track of my sin.
My disobedience is sealed up in a bag.
My transgression would be sealed in a bag, and You would cover over my iniquity.
“But the mountain falling comes to nothing.
But as a mountain erodes and crumbles and a rock is dislodged from its place,
The waters wear the stones.
as water wears away the stones and torrents wash away the soil, so You destroy a man’s hope.
You forever prevail against him, and he departs.
You forever overpower him, and he passes on; You change his countenance and send him away.
His sons come to honour, and he doesn’t know it.
If his sons receive honor, he does not know it; if they are brought low, he is unaware.
But his flesh on him has pain,
He feels only the pain of his own body and mourns only for himself.”